And I Fall Down Drunk......

I am pretty sure I can't imagine what it was like to join Jeff, Steve-O and Karl this evening. I am pretty sure I know the exact way it felt to be there. I imagined myself on the hard flat concrete within the Spaceship. I feel the warm breeze of 12,000 anxious breaths. Some very heavy, some looked like they were ready to fall over either in an "i forgot how to dose myself for this shit" face or one of pure extacy. Figuratively...Sober. That is what the lead Jedi faces this evening. Rock star. Sober. Tonight was all about the fans.

I have been there before. Every time special, every time the same. Not same as some flatline emotion but similiar to the jubulant excitement a 12 year old boy feels with a playboy. I had a Penthouse, but I was lucky. I also had Phish. Many of my closest friends and friends of friends are watching the first show in all too many years. It was earily odd and lonenly beeing 3,5oo miles away while this strong experience I knew for so many years was being recreated without me. This is only temporary........I will be there again. Waiting for the lights to drop one milisecond between a heartbeat.....waiting to see if your heart would actually beat agian. Well it will. And they did. Gimme another sip...........